Your pencil’s amazing,
a magical stick.
It might make anything.
Take your pick:
a house on a hill
or a ship at sea,
a bus full of people,
a picture of me,
a fruit or a flower,
a battered old ball,
elephants, igloos,
anything at all.
Everything’s in it,
tightly curled,
waiting to wake
from pencil world.
Tony Mitton